In life there are two things I know for sure. In 1982 I learned the first; falling forty feet, straddling a railing half way down, and then landing on cement, really hurts. I was twenty three--indestructible and immortal. After my bones molded back together, I was soon back taking what life had to offer for granted, and that included being a reckless kid. It was in the spring of 1985 that I changed the direction of my life; instead of the direction of my car. It took the extreme, I learn the hard way, but no matter how fast you're going a car cannot fly. Actually, they nose dive like a lead balloon.
Although my car flew airborne for thirty feet, it then plunged into a nose-dive and fell another fifteen feet. The landing gave new meaning to the words, "compact car". I awoke five weeks later in halo traction with a broken neck, many broken bones, partial paralysis, and unable to walk. But I consider myself lucky--I was alive. In time the movement returned to my legs but my balance was nowhere to be found.
I don’t like reading blogs that are to long so I’ll stop here; if you like what you read I’ll continue on……………………… Isn’t it just amazing what the human body can endure? Sometimes, it’s hard to believe I’m able to walk around and I’m sitting here blogging. I may have broken some bones, but not my spirit!
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